not again

Dylin came downstairs yelling that Lyndee got into Mykee's make-up (again). I've asked Mykee a hundred times to put her make-up up high so that Lyndee can't get to it. Apparently, Lyndee has learned how to climb. She found Mykee's "witch" lipstick. Yup - black. This is how I found her:

I asked her where she got the make-up. And she showed me:

This is Lyndee saying "no cheese" (her way of saying 'don't take a picutre') as she's screaming and yelling at me when I explained to her (again) that she can NOT get into Mykee's make-up.

The "fit" continued for about ten minutes.

An hour later, I hear my bedroom door shut and I say, "Lyndee! I don't trust you!" My sweet Mother-in-Law is thinking "don't can't say that...she's such a sweet little girl...what's not to trust??" 2 minutes later, I find her applying my mascara. She can almost do it without getting it all over her face: